Chapter 1146

With their own son back, the Song family worried more than Seventh Great-Uncle himself!

Just as the sky brightened, Song Qiao Song Qiao brought a milk bucket into the courtyard, and by the way, brought a bag of rice for Seventh Great-Uncle.

"Sister said she forgot to give this yesterday, and told Seventh Great-Uncle to eat it well, um... um..."

He stammered.

"What?"

Seventh Great-Uncle asked curiously: "Tell me her exact words." Song Qiao Song Qiao hesitated for a moment: "Sister said to slap him hard in the face, but Teacher Xin said slapping people in the face is very insulting..."

Seventh Great-Uncle:...

"Don't worry," he comforted his closed-door disciple: "Your sister is exaggerating; she just wants me to teach him a lesson."

"Oh, oh, oh." Then Song Qiao Song Qiao understood, and at this moment he urged: "Then you must teach him a good lesson! Uncle hasn't been back for so many years, Seventh Great-Uncle, remember to use a rattan to whip his butt! My mom whipped me when I was little, it hurt so much!"

"It's very memorable!"

"Are you not drinking it?" He became conflicted: "What if my stomach gets bloated from drinking more?"

"It's right there, let your mom get you a bowl."

"Since you're back, I'll take you to the village collective later to apply for the homestead procedures and whatever else needs to be done. Otherwise, if the house procedures aren't complete, people won't want it."

Song Song Shuliang looked at the empty bowl, then at his daughter.

Seventh Great-Uncle said sourly: "No money, you can drink the northwest wind."

Oh my! Oh my! Seventh Great-Uncle almost wanted to roll his eyes.

"No more eating, you'll get bloated."

And Seventh Great-Uncle paved the way so much just for what came next:

Mantou...

Song Song Shuliang stood blankly on the spot, and after a while, he avoided the other topic and only asked:

Ayiguli pushed them gently from behind: "Hurry up and take it, don't let Grandpa get tired."

Ayiguli didn't quite understand and was a bit embarrassed, so she guessed and said: "I'll serve it myself."

It's good to sell it; the old couple has some money in their hands, so if they have any headaches or fever in the future, he doesn't have to worry while in the frontier.

"It's not troublesome."

Is he lacking this 2,000 yuan now?

Song Song Shuliang was instantly stunned.

And now, the milk he handed to his granddaughter was boiled from that bucket of milk.

"Isn't this our old house? Dad, why did you sell the old house?"

The granddaughters didn't really want to eat. The milk just now was really fragrant, and their stomachs were full, but they should be able to drink another bowl.

Seventh Great-Uncle nodded with a smile, then asked his daughter-in-law: "That... that Guli, let your mom serve you a bowl too, this is really delicious, I just drank two bowls."

And Seventh Great-Uncle paused, a triumphant smile curling his lips, before he said slowly:

The weather is cold, and the clothes they wear are thick, so you can't tell if their stomachs are bulging or not.

Seventh Great-Uncle's tone was now kind: "Our village secretary is capable; she has already sorted out everything, and she helped you with the application, so you just sign where you need to sign, and I'll ask her to handle the rest later."

Seventh Great-Uncle looked indifferent:

He chattered and muttered, making it sound like that was really the case. Song Song Shuliang wanted to express a dissenting opinion, but it was a fact that he hadn't been back for so many years.

Qiaolepang and Afu immediately reached out to take the bowls and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Grandpa."

"Dad, I want to drink more."

Besides, he didn't dare to make a big promise to support the elderly now.

And compared to mantou, they preferred eating naan, but thinking that mantou was soft and felt different from what they had over there, they nodded obediently.

"You can't drink that much at once... but I steamed some milk mantou, I'll give you each one?"

Although it already smelled fragrant and rich when boiling, Seventh Great-Uncle didn't know much about the frontier, wondering if they wanted to drink milk tea or something?

After all, the road is long, and he still has his own family; he can't stay here for a few years, right?

"Oh my, this milk is too delicious! It's even more fragrant than our family's milk!"

Actually, looking at the physique of the two granddaughters, that bowl of milk didn't count for much, but since they just arrived, better safe than sorry.

Just as he was pondering, he saw the two daughters still looking at him expectantly.

At this moment, he could only sigh, and instead didn't express any opinion on the house price of tens of thousands.

But how long had it been? How did they finish the whole bowl?

Sell that bucket of milk in the morning for 2,000, see if anyone wants it?

Looking at the other daughter, she also drained the last drop in one gulp.

But no matter what he thought, seeing his son take out his wallet, he pointed out disdainfully: "Transfer! Transfer! Who wants cash, there's nowhere to spend it..."

"Is this troublesome?"

Yesterday's lamb skewers and beef didn't taste as good as their own, but why was the milk so fragrant?

The policies in the rural areas here, Song Song Shuliang couldn't keep up with at all, only hearing it vaguely and feeling conflicted:

"It's just the old house, someone took a fancy to it, so I sold it for tens of thousands. Build me a small one next to it, enough for the two of us to live in."

As soon as the words fell, he heard Ayiguli happily calling out at the kitchen door:

Her tone was a bit strange, but it wasn't hard to understand, and she smiled when she saw people, looking quite generous.

This looked much more pleasing than his own son.

After all, he knew that for an old house in the village, it was already amazing that someone took a fancy to it; sell it for whatever you can get.

Now, the rich milky fragrance and the equally fresh tea fragrance blended together, even in the open courtyard, using the old-fashioned, unattractive big bowls, the two granddaughters couldn't help but sniff:

"Oh," Song Song Shuliang nodded: "That's fine."

So he carefully added a pinch of tea leaves to it.

When his son was counting money, he said casually: "By the way, I sold our old house; if you have time, stay for the spring and accompany me to build a small house next to it."

The two children didn't understand anything, and Seventh Great-Uncle spoke with a dialect, making it even harder to understand, so they just handed their empty bowls forward obediently:

Taking the elderly to the frontier? The frontier is too big, and seeing a doctor is not as convenient as it is here.

Because as everyone knows, the beef and mutton in their frontier must be much better than here, so why is the milk so different?

Huh?

"How can I not? I'm old, what if I get sick and need money? You haven't shown filial piety to me for so many years, and hiring a caregiver costs 400 or 500 a day!"

Song Song Shuliang waited quietly for a while, and found that neither of the old couple greeted him to drink, so he couldn't help but smile: "Why isn't there any for me?"

Seventh Great-Uncle nodded and pointed to the kitchen:

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"So fragrant!"

Drank too much and didn't even eat breakfast, ended up with a round stomach.

Seventh Great-Uncle nodded and accepted it, and then saw Song Qiao Song Qiao return with peace of mind.

The silly son said "Ah," thinking the old man was pointing at him, and at this moment he said guiltily:

"Dad, look at you... it's not easy to reunite, I'll give you 2,000 yuan for the New Year!"

Seventh Great-Uncle then added: